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convince her to stay. He knew he had to pull back before he scared her away. He had never been in this position before. He was always the one trying to discourage women who were intent on getting too serious; never had he been the one trying to convince a woman to take it to the next level. He hated being the one putting himself out there, risking rejection, but he was tired of living with regrets where she was concerned.
    “Look, I’m sorry. We won’t talk about this anymore, okay?”
    She laughed, shaking her head. “This is crazy. You were always the guy who couldn’t wait to hit the sheets. Now here we are, and you want to waste our time talking.”
    He bent his head to kiss her. He needed the distraction, or he was going to run the risk of opening his big mouth and saying more than he should.
    She pulled back and smiled. “Hmm, that’s more like it. I love the way you kiss me.”
    “Roll over, sweetheart.”
    “Oh, I like the sound of that.” She rushed to comply and he smacked her bare ass. “Ouch, what was that for?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.
    “For being too goddamn tempting. I just wanna sink into you and say fuck the rest.”
    She wiggled her ass against his hard cock, giggling when he groaned. “So, what are you waiting for?” She picked up the bottle of oil on the nightstand. “You gonna need this?”
    He loved that she’d always been so adventurous in the bedroom, willing to try anything that gave him pleasure. Tonight he intended to return the favor. “Yeah, give me that.” He poured the oil into his hands and rubbed them together. “Move your hair, baby.”
    She complied, settling her arms over her head with her face turned to the side and her eyes closed.
    He began to knead her shoulders, sliding his hands down her back. He was surprised how tense she was. He could feel the hard knots under his fingers. She obviously wasn’t kidding when she said she needed to get away for a while.
    “God, that feels good. Where did you learn to do that?”
    He chuckled. “Honey, I’ve wasted more hours than I care to count on tables. Massage therapists, doctors, chiropractors, physiotherapists, you name it. A hockey player’s body takes a hell of a beating over the years.”
    She smiled. “You don’t look worse for the wear.”
    He slid his hands down her back, kneading the base of her spine, the swell of her ass. He was dying to slip his fingers inside of her, but she was still tied up in knots and he wanted to help her relax first.
    “Let me guess, you dated a massage therapist once and that’s where you picked up these tricks, right? She massaged you before she sucked and fucked you?”
    He dropped his head, digging his fingers in deeper. “Jesus, would you stop? I don’t want to think about anyone else right now, and I don’t want you to either.”
    “Believe me, you’re the only thing on my mind right now.” She moaned. “Seriously, Mark, this feels amazing, thank you.”
    His resolve was going to snap. He couldn’t take it anymore. He eased off of her, sliding down on the bed beside her. “Lie on your back and open your legs for me.”
    She was quick to comply.
    He buried his face in her hair, whispering in her ear. “Bend your legs and open them wide, as wide as you can. I want to play with your pussy before I taste it.”
    She shuddered, but said nothing as she met his demands.
    He bent his head, drawing one nipple, then the other, into his mouth as he eased his hand down her body. He slid his thick fingers between her folds. “Damn, you’re so wet.”
    “You’re surprised? I’ve been waiting for this all night.”
    He knew he was going to make her come multiple times before he finally filled her with his cock. By the time he was finished with her, she’d be lucky to remember her own name. Teasing her clit with his thumb, he dipped a finger, then two, inside of her opening.
    She cried out, rotating her hips and grinding into his hand. “That feels so